Journal of Gabriel, Child of Bhaal
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Robin_Hood
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Good to see you back, Pope! Just letting you know that I've been updating the story here in Gamebanshee as I promised. It's under the name: Gabriel's journey continues...here it is!
Centuries ago in England........It was an era of chivalry and magic. The evil Prince John unleashed an iron fist of tyranny upon the people. They called out for a champion.........one man answered that call. His name, was Robin Hood. Fearless in his quest for justice Robin Hood challenged the power of the high warlords. While protecting the helpless and the poor. Willing to face death for what he believed, along with the beautiful, lady warrior, Jaheira, the mighty Minsc, and the wise Keldorn. Robin Hood forged a legend that lives on today in............
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Armadin of Clan Geddin
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Armadin of Clan Geddin
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“When we asked the guards to open the gate, they didn’t even recognize me. According to Hull, my former mentor in combat, I had changed a lot since he had last seen me. Not a wonder actually, I had been away for over a month, spending most of that time in the wilderness. I knew I could trust both Hull and Fuller – they had practically raised me during the many times Gorion had been busy – so I told them the reason of my visit, showing some of the documents we had gathered during our journey. Shocked as they were about my father’s death and what was going on in the Sword Coast, they could not hide that they had indeed been suspicious about the group of men that had arrived at the library a mere few hours before us. We followed the two guards inside the main building, where the Throne leaders were supposed to meet. On our way there, I encountered my childhood friend Imoen. She too was an orphan raised within these walls, and about as old as I. Somehow I had always felt a connection with the girl. It was as if we were the same; in mind that is. I had no idea what would happen mere moments from then. I just told her I had to look up something and didn’t have the time to catch up, and that I would speak to her later that day. The girl looked at me as if she knew something was wrong, and then left with a smile on her face, calling me queer.
Inside the library, we could not help disturbing some of the readers. They angrily looked up from their reading as seven armed men suddenly entered the building. Tethoril, one of the most respected monks of Candlekeep, came to ask what our business was. Fuller briefly informed him. Frightened and unsure of what to do next, the old man looked at me as if something terrible was about to occur. I nodded, and he gave us permission to go upstairs. He ensured the readers that nothing was wrong, and followed us.
Two floors up, I heard a heavy discussion going on. A few moments later, we were able to see the men through an open door. There were four of them. One was standing up, obviously talking about serious matters. By the respect of the others, this man could be none other than Rieltar Anchev. The rest of the men were seated, quietly listening to their employer. One of them immediately got my attention. It was a tall, muscular man, and the only one that somehow paid no attention to the talking man, as if he already knew what was being - or about to be - discussed. No doubt he was pondering over other things, things that interested him far more than this. We waited for some moments there at that door. Bored, the large man stood up and left the room. He greeted us on his way out. The stranger intrigued me. The way he had looked at me with that bald head of his sent a cold shiver through my spine. That wasn’t all, though. Even more bizarre, on his way down the staircase, he was chanting, not unlike the Candlekeep monks themselves. Tehtoril informed me of this man. Apparently, he had been visiting the library quite frequently during the last month, and he could recite every single word of the prophecies of Alaundo, the founder of Candlekeep, as if he had been studying them all his life. When Yeslick wondered out loud if it wouldn’t be best if we halted him, Fuller stated that the other guards had been ordered not to let anyone leave the citadel. Still somewhat afraid of what might come, suspecting either these men or me would not survive to see the next day, I entered the room, my friends waiting outside. The Throne leaders immediately turned their heads to me, just like the readers downstairs irritated with the fact that they had been disturbed.”
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Inside the library, we could not help disturbing some of the readers. They angrily looked up from their reading as seven armed men suddenly entered the building. Tethoril, one of the most respected monks of Candlekeep, came to ask what our business was. Fuller briefly informed him. Frightened and unsure of what to do next, the old man looked at me as if something terrible was about to occur. I nodded, and he gave us permission to go upstairs. He ensured the readers that nothing was wrong, and followed us.
Two floors up, I heard a heavy discussion going on. A few moments later, we were able to see the men through an open door. There were four of them. One was standing up, obviously talking about serious matters. By the respect of the others, this man could be none other than Rieltar Anchev. The rest of the men were seated, quietly listening to their employer. One of them immediately got my attention. It was a tall, muscular man, and the only one that somehow paid no attention to the talking man, as if he already knew what was being - or about to be - discussed. No doubt he was pondering over other things, things that interested him far more than this. We waited for some moments there at that door. Bored, the large man stood up and left the room. He greeted us on his way out. The stranger intrigued me. The way he had looked at me with that bald head of his sent a cold shiver through my spine. That wasn’t all, though. Even more bizarre, on his way down the staircase, he was chanting, not unlike the Candlekeep monks themselves. Tehtoril informed me of this man. Apparently, he had been visiting the library quite frequently during the last month, and he could recite every single word of the prophecies of Alaundo, the founder of Candlekeep, as if he had been studying them all his life. When Yeslick wondered out loud if it wouldn’t be best if we halted him, Fuller stated that the other guards had been ordered not to let anyone leave the citadel. Still somewhat afraid of what might come, suspecting either these men or me would not survive to see the next day, I entered the room, my friends waiting outside. The Throne leaders immediately turned their heads to me, just like the readers downstairs irritated with the fact that they had been disturbed.”
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Armadin Alebane, True Neutral Dwarven Ranger/Bard.
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“As I had predicted, none of the men had a clue as to who I were. However, they did not wait for me to tell them. Little people would if a man armed to the teeth suddenly rushed in during their private conversation. One of the seated men pulled his sword and , moving the weapon under my chin, kept me at bay, while Rieltar – of whom I was sure it was him by now, for Tethoril had told us - asked me what my business was in here. At the time, the only word I could think of was ‘Gorion’. No one seemed to recognize the name. Angered, I asked out loud for the old man’s murderer. Rieltar answered by saying he had never heard of my foster father before.
Then my friends entered the room. Hull put a bundle of documents on the table, the information we had gathered during our raids of both the bandit bases. The men glanced at each other nervously, trying to act calm. Then the leader understood. He now knew it had been us that had destroyed the bandit clan at the fortress near the Friendly Arm, and, recognizing his old ‘friend’ Yeslick, that his stronghold in Cloakwood was now lost to him as well. He looked into my eyes, still not saying a word. All he did was smile.
When Hull and Fuller tried to take the Iron Throne representatives into custody, the men resisted heavily. In no time, a serious battle had erupted. Although there was only three of them, and seven of us, with magic support from Tethoril, our adversaries were quite capable of fighting. During the heavy combat, Rieltar kept shouting the name Sarevok. I reasoned he was crying out for help to the strange bald man we had met a few moments ago. I was confronting the Throne leader on my own now. He proved to be quite the opponent. Skilled as he was with his sword, it wasn’t enough to take me down. I was enraged with the thought that still I had not found out who my father’s murderer was. While my war hammer was enchanted enough to take on the magical weapon being used by my adversary, the chunk of wood I had used to train my ambidexterity was not, and so, in little time, I was fighting with my hammer in both of my hands. As he hadn’t actually done anything wrong to me, Rieltar had no idea of my motives in attacking him and in taking down his organization, other than the knowledge of my thirst for revenge. Neither did I. I didn’t need any, to be truthful. I was simply looking for the demon-shaped man, and any who opposed me in that quest would fall before me. The dark figure, Gorion’s murderer, was affiliated with the Throne somehow; I had yet to find out what. These thoughts were dangerous, though, for they were distracting. I had to concentrate during this fight. Reiltar Anchev was an experienced warrior, I had figured out that much by the deep cuts in my arms and abdomen. While in this rage, I reminded myself of my friend Minsc, who could easily take out a half-a-dozen of armed men single-handedly. I used it to my advantage, and took full control of my anger. My opponents felt it, as all bones in his body were slowly reduced to dust, so to speak. My hammer, too, was in a state of berserk; bolts of lightning were sent through Rieltar’s veins each time the weapon struck.
A score of hits later, Rieltar’s body was shaking on the floor, my war hammer still coming down on it. Ajantis had to hold me to prevent me from killing the man. When I finally slowed down, I suddenly realized just how injured I was, and all went dark.”
Then my friends entered the room. Hull put a bundle of documents on the table, the information we had gathered during our raids of both the bandit bases. The men glanced at each other nervously, trying to act calm. Then the leader understood. He now knew it had been us that had destroyed the bandit clan at the fortress near the Friendly Arm, and, recognizing his old ‘friend’ Yeslick, that his stronghold in Cloakwood was now lost to him as well. He looked into my eyes, still not saying a word. All he did was smile.
When Hull and Fuller tried to take the Iron Throne representatives into custody, the men resisted heavily. In no time, a serious battle had erupted. Although there was only three of them, and seven of us, with magic support from Tethoril, our adversaries were quite capable of fighting. During the heavy combat, Rieltar kept shouting the name Sarevok. I reasoned he was crying out for help to the strange bald man we had met a few moments ago. I was confronting the Throne leader on my own now. He proved to be quite the opponent. Skilled as he was with his sword, it wasn’t enough to take me down. I was enraged with the thought that still I had not found out who my father’s murderer was. While my war hammer was enchanted enough to take on the magical weapon being used by my adversary, the chunk of wood I had used to train my ambidexterity was not, and so, in little time, I was fighting with my hammer in both of my hands. As he hadn’t actually done anything wrong to me, Rieltar had no idea of my motives in attacking him and in taking down his organization, other than the knowledge of my thirst for revenge. Neither did I. I didn’t need any, to be truthful. I was simply looking for the demon-shaped man, and any who opposed me in that quest would fall before me. The dark figure, Gorion’s murderer, was affiliated with the Throne somehow; I had yet to find out what. These thoughts were dangerous, though, for they were distracting. I had to concentrate during this fight. Reiltar Anchev was an experienced warrior, I had figured out that much by the deep cuts in my arms and abdomen. While in this rage, I reminded myself of my friend Minsc, who could easily take out a half-a-dozen of armed men single-handedly. I used it to my advantage, and took full control of my anger. My opponents felt it, as all bones in his body were slowly reduced to dust, so to speak. My hammer, too, was in a state of berserk; bolts of lightning were sent through Rieltar’s veins each time the weapon struck.
A score of hits later, Rieltar’s body was shaking on the floor, my war hammer still coming down on it. Ajantis had to hold me to prevent me from killing the man. When I finally slowed down, I suddenly realized just how injured I was, and all went dark.”
Armadin Alebane, True Neutral Dwarven Ranger/Bard.
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Robin_Hood
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What's up Arma, where's the follow-up to this? I've been away for a while, and I can see you haven't updated the story during that time...PLEASE, do update it! 
Centuries ago in England........It was an era of chivalry and magic. The evil Prince John unleashed an iron fist of tyranny upon the people. They called out for a champion.........one man answered that call. His name, was Robin Hood. Fearless in his quest for justice Robin Hood challenged the power of the high warlords. While protecting the helpless and the poor. Willing to face death for what he believed, along with the beautiful, lady warrior, Jaheira, the mighty Minsc, and the wise Keldorn. Robin Hood forged a legend that lives on today in............